Page 32 of House of Lies

She doesn’t know how close I came to stripping off my belt and laying it across her plump ass until she howled with pain.

Until she begged me for the mercy I’d refuse to give her.

“Fuck,” I grit out, giving my cock a hard stroke.

The pain is good, the feel of my hand on my shaft even better. But I don’t want to jerk off alone in the shower… I want to feel my cock hitting the back of Olivia’s throat as she stares up at me with those furious jade eyes.

Groveling on my knees is extra, Sir.

Christ. This is beyond inappropriate. It’s downright criminal. And even if she wasn’t such a young, pretty thing, I don’t need this in my life. I don’t need her.

This girl is nothing but a distraction.

I must stay out of her way.

Make sure she stays out of mine.

And if I need a few more showers than usual to keep my testosterone at bay, then so be it. And if I need to think about her while I’m jerking off… well, fuck. No one needs to know what I think about.

My hand moves faster over my shaft as I fantasize about bending Olivia over the kitchen counter, tugging up her skirt, and laying a multitude of red stripes over her ass with my belt.

My cock is the hardest it’s ever been. It doesn’t take more than a few pumps with that twisted fantasy playing through my mind before I’m shooting cum against the shower wall.

It makes me sick to waste it.

I’d rather be filling the angry little maid down the hall with my seed than letting it run down the drain.

I dry off, sling the towel around my waist, and head back to bed. When I spot Olivia’s coat on the floor by my closet, I stare at it like it’s a fucking snake. It must have fallen off the door handle where she’d hung it up earlier, and in my agitated state, I hadn’t even noticed it.

Did I scare her so much that she didn’t dare come fetch it? I can’t blame her. I’ve been snapping at her all day.

A stray bead of water trickles down the back of my neck as I stare at her coat.

Myles’s off-hand remark echoes through my mind.

You mean nothing’s arrived yet? Should have been there already.

Except…something did arrive for me today.

A girl named Olivia.

I snort softly. This is ridiculous. She had a copy of the contract with her.

A piece of paper, easy to replicate.

And the uniform—even easier to fake, especially since I don’t even remember what the last maid was wearing when she came to clean Glenmont earlier this year.

Is it possible Myles sent Olivia?

Is she his retirement gift?

Ha. Who am I kidding? If Myles had sent her, Olivia would’ve arrived wearing a black vinyl catsuit and ballet boots.

My room is warm enough that I don’t bother getting dressed. I leave the towel wrapped around my hips and fall face down on the mattress. My thoughts creep back to Olivia, causing my cock to stir under me, but my weight keeps it pinned.

No wonder that I dream of doing the same to her.

Chapter 12

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